我需要一杯酒,我需要很多人寿保险,我需要一个假期,我需要一个乡下的家。我有的是一件外套,一顶帽子和一把枪。
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it. 
The world is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.